Not My Cup of Rich

Last night, my friend Daniel randomly called me and invited me to a suite party. I was already at my own party I threw with JMARCK at Rei's house but he sold me on the idea of going to the party with two words, rich men. Daniel hangs around a lot of guys who have really high paying careers. So of course I told him I'd go and I'll bring my fellow wannabe gold digger friend Aprille along for the ride. We're just wannabe gold diggers because we just say we want a rich husband but it really isn't a criterea for a husband. By the time we got to the suite, it's was already late and almost everyone had left because security broke up the party. Daniel introduced me to his good friend George who was the richest guy there and was the one who got the suite. George was already trashed and Aprille and I were starving ever since the holiday party at Rei's house started. After a few shots of jager, we decided to eat at Fatburger. The whole time we were eating, George kept talking about how much he paid for that room and how he's going to get someone fired for breaking up the party. He also kept mentioning how the night before, a bartender wouldn't give him a straw so he offered her 5 grand as a tip if she'd only give him a straw. The whole night, all I could think of was this guy was flaunting his money and it's so tasteless. I have a lot of rich friends and they NEVER talk about how they just throw money away like George kept talking about last night. Aprille and I went to the bathroom and we were both ready to go home because we were tired and bored of this rich guy. He may be the richest guy I've met based on his stories of how much he spends, but by the way he flaunts his money, the only woman he'll ever attract are gold diggers. And rich guys complain why they always attract gold diggers right? I want to meet a secret rich man where I don't know he's rich until the 3rd date.